Page 83 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“So am I.” His shadowtentacles shoot out from his torso and wrap around my upper thighs, pulling my legs open more and folding me in half. My knees are almost touching the sides of my breasts.
I’m completely exposed to him and at his mercy.
One tendril tickles my asshole. And another fondles my clit. Then I feel a vibration.
I pant. “Are you…vibrating?”
Okay, wow.
This whole incubus lover has some serious advantages. All I can do is lay here and take all the pleasure he can dole out. I’m convinced this is only the beginning of what he could do with me.
His tendrils tighten around my breasts, massaging them, and I moan.
Something wraps around my throat and then drags over my lips.
I open my mouth obediently. His shadow feels like a thick cock in every way.
“Good witch,” he coos. “Suck my shadowcock. Show me how much you desire this.”
I swirl my tongue around the head and give it an experimental suck.
Osen groans with pleasure. Slowly, he presses it farther in until he’s blocking my airway. He plays with my ability to breathe, as I feel pressure at my wet entrance below.
With my mouth full, I can do nothing more than hum and moan.
His body comes forward, on top of mine. I open my eyes to see the outline of his face, and a hint of what his human face might have looked like.
He thrusts the cock into my throat deeper. “You like choking on my shadowcock, witch?”
After deep-throating me and ratcheting up the tension, he pulls his shadow out for me to answer.
“Yes, I want more.”
“So do I.” The large head of his lower cock presses slowly into my pussy. “I need more.”
I want to grind against it, make him shove inside faster. But he’s in control. There is no mistaking that. With my consent, he means to do with me as he pleases.
“You want me to slam home hard, don’t you?” he asks.
“Fuck me,” I plead.
He shoves his shadow back down my throat.
A tendril sucks on my clit, and I cry out around the mass.
“I forgot how lovely females can be,” he says, licking over the bump where his shadowcock is plunging into my throat.
It’s too much. My climax hits me like a freight train.
Immobilized, I can’t even move to show how it affects me. I can only feel my pulsing pussy, hear my muffled cries, and see stars behind my eyelids.
When I stop clenching around his shadowcock, I open my eyes to see Osen has a bit more form to him now. Crisper.
I’m helping him. Then I wonder if he’s hurting me in the process, but I don’t feel drained. If anything, I feel stronger.
“You come on my cock so perfectly. Let’s see if you can take the whole thing.” He pumps forward, and I feel the burning stretch of my pussy accommodating his girth and length.
The cock in my mouth slides out.
